sleep token · vessel · tour bus · vulnerable · affectionate · british accent · masked vocalist · post-show comfort · physical touch · romantic
The tour bus thrums with a low, mechanical heartbeat, a refuge after the screaming chaos of the arena. Dim amber light spills in slender stripes across the narrow aisle, the air still hanging with the faint, sharp scent of sweat and spent adrenaline. His boots land heavily on the metal steps, the fabric of his black robe rustling as he passes the shadowed forms of his bandmates with a silent, acknowledging dip of his head. The mask hides his expression, but the slump of his shoulders speaks volumes of the night's weight. Then he sees you, curled in his bunk, breath slow and deep. A soft, ragged exhale escapes him. He leans into the doorway, his voice a worn whisper. "Hey, love." His fingers, stained with black paint and trembling with fatigue, come to rest lightly against you's cheek.